𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐭�...

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╰┈➤So guys, this is the steamiest chapter
I've ever written!!
I'm feeling so shy about this one..but here we are..
but I'd love to hear your thoughts.
Also, it's the longest chapter so far!

Some marks fade, but the ones left by love?
Those are meant to be seen

The next day...

Ahhh, it's Haldi dayyyyy!!!

I can't even put into words how happy I am right now.

The entire haveli is glowing with golden hues, the scent of fresh marigolds and turmeric filling the air, laughter echoing from every corner.

But honestly? None of that compares to the whirlwind inside me.

Because last night... Ishaan proposed to me.

Ishaan freaking Agnihotri got down on one knee and asked me to marry him.

And I said yes.

I swear, my heart still hasn't recovered from the way he looked at me—his light brown eyes burning with so much love, like I was the only person in the entire world.

I had imagined so many scenarios in my head, dreamt about it more times than I'd ever admit, but nothing, nothing could've prepared me for the real thing.

I barely got any sleep.

Not because of the wedding chaos, but because me and Ishaan had spent half the night roaming around the haveli, walking hand in hand, whispering sweet nothings under the moonlit sky.

"You're mine now, Dr. Mehra" he had murmured against my temple, his fingers brushing my jaw. "Officially, forever."

"Oh? And before this, what was I?" I teased, tilting my head up at him.

"Mine. Just... unofficially."

My stomach did this stupid little flip, and before I could respond, he had pulled me into the warmest hug, his chin resting on my head.

And now, as I jump out of bed, my entire being buzzing with happiness, I can't stop replaying that moment in my head.

I groan, flopping back onto the bed with a dreamy sigh. "Ughhh, I can't believe this happened. I can't believe I'm actually kinda engaged to that insufferable man."

A knock on the door interrupts my thoughts. "Lavikaaa! Stop daydreaming and get ready! We have a function to slay at!"

Shanaya.

I let out a giggle before grabbing my phone, my fingers instantly hovering over Ishaan's contact.

Me: I can't stop thinking about you, fiancé.

Ishaan: You better. Otherwise, how will you focus on smearing haldi all over me today?

Me: Oh, don't worry. I'm planning a full attack.

Ishaan: Try me, love.

I bite my lip, my cheeks heating up.

This Haldi function is about to be very interesting.

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Now, I'm getting ready, slipping into my yellow dress—the theme for today's Haldi ceremony.

The fabric is soft, flowing around me like liquid gold, and for a second, I can't help but admire how it complements my skin.

Damn, I really do clean up nice.

My girl gang is in full chaos mode around me, all getting ready in my room.

The air is filled with the scent of perfumes and makeup, the sounds of hair straighteners clicking and bangles jingling as they all argue over the mirror space.

"Pass me the kajal!" Shanaya yells, reaching blindly for the dresser.

"You already took it, dumbass" Riva snickers, adjusting her earrings while Meher fusses with her dupatta.

"Ugh, why is this lipstick not suiting me?" Riva groans, pouting at her reflection.

"Because you have zero idea what suits your skin tone" Meher teases, stealing the lipstick. "Try this one instead. It'll make you look less like a ghost and more like a goddess."

"Excuse me?! I always look like a goddess." Riva flips her hair dramatically, making us all burst into laughter.

I sit on the bed, watching them with an amused smile as Shanaya struggles with her eyeliner. "Why is one wing going to heaven and the other to hell?" she whines, making Meher nearly drop her compact.

"You're asking the wrong person" I smirk, crossing my legs. "Ishaan says I look good even with smudged kajal, so I've stopped caring."

"Ugh, we get it. You're engaged and in love" Riva fake gags, but there's a teasing grin on her lips.

"And you spent the entire night roaming around with your fiancé" Meher adds with a wiggle of her brows. "Care to share some details, hmm?"

"Yes, yes! Spill the tea!" Shanaya leans closer, eyes twinkling with curiosity.

I bite my lip, my cheeks heating up as flashes of last night play in my head—our whispered conversations, the way his fingers traced mine, the way he kept calling me his in that deep, lazy voice.

"Ugh, look at her blushing!" Riva claps her hands together. "Ishaan has officially destroyed our savage Lavika!"

"I hate you all" I mumble, hiding my face behind my hands, but I can't stop smiling.

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After our gossip and getting-ready session, w are finally heading towards the main venue area in the haveli.

And damn, the decoration is too pretty.

Marigold strings hang from every corner, draping the courtyard in warm hues of yellow and orange.

The scent of fresh flowers fills the air, mixed with the mild earthy aroma from the sandalwood paste being prepared, the golden sunlight filtering through the intricate jharokhas makes everything look straight out of a Bollywood wedding montage.

I take a deep breath, soaking in the festive chaos—relatives laughing, music playing, and someone's uncle already dancing way too enthusiastically.

But there's just one thing missing.

Or rather, one person.

I quickly grab my phone and type out a message to my soon-to-be pati dev

—Where are you, idiot?

A few seconds later, my screen lights up with his reply.

—Ishaan: Hiding from you lav.

I roll my eyes.

Oh, so he's in a mood today.

—Wow. So much love. Just wait, I'll find you myself.

—Ishaan: Tch. Try me, Mehra.

Oh, it's on now.

"Guys, change of plan" I announce, turning to my girl gang. "We have a missing groom-to-be, and I have a mission to find him."

"You mean Ishaan is hiding from you?" Riva gasps dramatically.

"Smart man" Shanaya nods in approval.

"Fine, let's hunt him down" Meher grins, already adjusting her dupatta like we're going into battle.

My eyes scanning the crowd for one tall, annoying man with light brown eyes and a smirk I already know is waiting for me.

Oh, Ishaan Agnihotri, you have no idea what's coming.

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I weave through the crowd, my eyes scanning every corner, but there's no sign of my missing pati dev.

The Haldi function is in full swing—laughter, dhol beats, and the occasional shriek when someone gets too enthusiastic with the turmeric paste.

Yet, the one person I want to see is nowhere to be found.

Until I catch a glimpse of a very familiar tall frame sneaking behind a floral partition.

Oh, busted.

A smirk tugs at my lips as I casually walk towards the partition, pretending to admire the marigold decorations.

And there he is.

My Ishaan. Leaning against the wall, arms crossed, dressed in a simple yet ridiculously good-looking yellow kurta, watching me with that teasing glint in his eyes.

"Caught you, Agnihotri." I grin, tilting my head.

"Oh no" he drawls lazily, "I've been found. Whatever shall I do?"

I narrow my eyes, stepping closer. "You were hiding from me."

"Technically, I was avoiding a Haldi attack from your side of the family" he corrects, his lips curving up. "But now that you've found me..." His gaze dips to my lips for a second before locking onto my eyes. "What's my punishment?"

My breath hitches. The way he says that—God help me.

I recover quickly, lifting my chin. "Your punishment? Oh, easy. You have to let me put Haldi on you first."

He arches an eyebrow. "And what do I get in return?"

I step even closer, invading his space.

My voice drops a little. "What do you want?"

His smirk deepens. "You."

For a moment, the world around us fades. The music, the people, everything. It's just me and him, standing ridiculously close in a corner of this grand haveli.

"Smooth" I scoff, but my heart? Yeah, it's currently doing somersaults.

"Always" he murmurs, his fingers barely grazing my wrist. "But you have a problem, sweetheart."

I blink. "What?"

He leans in, his breath fanning against my ear. "To put Haldi on me, you'll have to catch me first."

And just like that, he runs.

"ISHAAAAN!" I shriek, lifting my lehenga slightly as I take off after him.

My girls, who have been watching like it's prime entertainment, burst into laughter.

"GO, LAVI, GO!" Riva yells.

"Tackle him if needed!" Shanaya adds, cackling.

I don't care about anything else now—decorum, guests, my dignity.

I will catch him.

And when I do?

Oh, he won't get away without consequences.

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I push past the crowd, my eyes locked onto the infuriating yet ridiculously attractive man dodging through the chaos like it's a freaking action sequence.

"Ishaan, you coward! Stop running!" I yell, barely dodging an uncle carrying a tray of sweets.

"Make me, sweetheart" he calls back, throwing me a wink over his shoulder.

Ugh.

That wink.

I swear, I'm going to strangle him with the very marigold garlands hanging around us.

"You're really making me chase you in my Haldi outfit ?!" I huff, picking up my pace.

"Consider it practice for when you officially become Mrs. Agnihotri." His laughter rings through the air, and my irritation skyrockets.

Oh, that's it.

I spot a shortcut—a side pathway that curves around the courtyard and leads straight to the open garden where he's heading.

Smirking, I take off in that direction, running through the decorations like a woman on a mission.

By the time he slows down, thinking he's safe, I'm already there, leaning casually against a pillar.

Ishaan stops dead in his tracks.

His eyes widen for a split second before he lets out an impressed chuckle. "Clever."

I grin. "I know."

And then, before he can react, I lunge.

A startled yelp escapes him as I throw myself at him, smearing Haldi all over his face with both hands. "Gotcha!" I laugh, triumphant.

"You—" He shakes his head, his hands coming up to grip my waist, steadying me as I nearly topple over. "You sneaky little—"

"Language, fiancé" I tease, wiping more Haldi onto his jaw.

His grip on me tightens, his light brown eyes darkening just a shade. "You do realize this means war, right?"

Before I can fully process his words, he flips the game.

One moment, I'm gloating over my victory.

The next, Ishaan has me pinned against the pillar, his hands cupping my face as he rubs his cheeks against mine, smearing Haldi all over me in retaliation.

A sharp gasp leaves my lips. "Ishaan!"

He smirks. "Fair is fair, sweetheart."

I try to wriggle away, but he just holds me there, his fingers tilting my chin up as his lips brush dangerously close to mine. Not kissing, just hovering.

Just enough to make my heart pound.

"You started this, love" he murmurs, his voice low. "You better be ready for how it ends."

I swallow hard, my fingers curling into his kurta.

Damn him.

Damn his voice.

Damn the way my entire body feels like it's on fire.

Somewhere behind us, I hear Riva and Shanaya losing their minds.

"OH MY GOD, GET A ROOM!"

"Or don't! This is great entertainment!"

Ishaan chuckles but doesn't move away.

If anything, he leans in closer, his nose brushing mine. "You hear them?" he murmurs. "We have an audience."

I let out a breathless laugh. "And you still haven't let me go."

His smirk turns lazy. "I don't want to."

For a second, it feels like he might just kiss me, right here, in front of everyone.

And honestly? I don't think I'd mind.

But before anything else happens, someone dumps an entire handful of Haldi onto Ishaan's head.

He freezes.

I slap a hand over my mouth, barely holding back my laughter as he turns—slowly—to find my brother, Aditya, standing there with the guiltiest grin ever.

"Oops?" Aditya says.

Ishaan exhales sharply. "You're a dead man, Mehra."

And just like that, chaos erupts.

The Haldi function officially turns into a full-fledged battle, with everyone smearing turmeric on each other, laughter and shrieks filling the air.

Ishaan and Aditya get into a full-on wrestling match, my girl gang teams up against me, and at some point, someone drags me into the madness, covering me in yellow from head to toe.

By the time it's over, I'm breathless, laughing, and utterly drenched in Haldi.

And when I glance over at Ishaan,his kurta ruined, his face a mess of turmeric and sweat, yet still looking so stupidly handsome,it hits me all over again.

I love this man.

And in a few time, I'll be his forever.

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After a long, chaotic yet beautiful Haldi ceremony, I was exhausted—but apparently, my fiancé had other plans.

I was about to step inside the haveli when Ishaan grabbed my wrist, pulling me back with a knowing smirk.

"Come with me" he murmured, his voice low and full of something that sent a shiver down my spine.

I frowned. "Where?"

He didn't answer.

Instead, he just intertwined our fingers and led me to his car.

I hesitated, looking back at the haveli. "Ishaan, what are you—everyone must be waiting for us inside. We should go ba-"

He suddenly stopped, turned to face me, and, without any warning, scooped me up in his arms.

A small gasp left my lips. "Ishaan!" My hands clutched onto his shoulders. "Put me down!"

"Not happening, love." He flashed me a wicked grin. "You're mine for the night."

I blinked. "W-What?"

Oh god. A room. Night. Just the two of us.

My brain short-circuited, jumping to all sorts of... inappropriate conclusions.

My cheeks burned as I stammered, "I-Ishaan, I don't think we should—I mean, a room? Like, alone-alone?"

His smirk widened as he placed me inside the car, shutting the door before I could escape.

He leaned down through the window, amusement dancing in those light brown eyes. "Hmm. What are you thinking, exactly?"

My face turned even redder. "N-Nothing! I mean, I was just... you know, I-I"

He chuckled, leaning in close, his breath warm against my skin.

"Lav" he murmured, his voice a sinful tease. "Didn't you say the haveli isn't the right place for this... or" he paused, his lips just brushing my ear, "if you've changed your mind, I'm all yours."

My heart stuttered.

His fingers traced a slow path down my arm, his voice dropping lower. "Go on, sweetheart... take whatever you want."

Oh. My. God.

I pushed him back, my hands flying to my face to hide the absolute mess I had become. "Ishaan, shut up!"

He laughed, stepping into the car and starting the engine.

I didn't even realize we had already driven away until I looked outside and saw the roads leading away from the haveli.

"Wait. Where are we going?" I asked, still breathless from his words.

"You'll see" he said simply, eyes fixed on the road, but the smirk on his lips told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

My poor heart.

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Twenty minutes later, we arrived at a luxury suite in one of the finest hotels in the city.

My jaw nearly dropped as we stepped inside.

The moment Ishaan pulled me into the suite, I knew I was in trouble.

The dim lighting, the cozy setup, the scent of roses in the air- it was all too intimate, too romantic.

My heart was already racing from the way he had whisked me away without a single explanation, and now, standing here, I realized exactly what day it was.

Valentine's Day.

And this man had planned everything without me even realizing.

"Ishaan..." I murmured, turning to him.

He leaned against the door, his arms crossed, watching me with that lazy, knowing smirk that sent a wave of heat down my spine. "You like it?"

I swallowed, nodding. "It's beautiful."

He pushed off the door and closed the distance between us in just a few strides.

His fingers brushed over my arm, sending a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "Not as beautiful as you."

I exhaled shakily, trying to ignore the way his touch affected me. "Stop flirting."

"Why?" He tilted his head. "Does it make you nervous?"

Yes. Yes, it did.

Especially with the way his gaze darkened when he took in my dress, that I had worn earlier for the function, completely unaware that I'd end up alone with him.

He reached out, running a slow finger along my bare shoulder. "You have no idea how hard it was to keep my hands off you all day, Rose."

I shivered at the nickname.

His voice had dropped an octave, thick with something sinful.

I tried to step back, but he grabbed my waist and pulled me flush against him.

A gasp left my lips at the sudden contact, my hands pressing against his firm chest.

"Ishaan—"

"Hmm?" His lips brushed against my ear, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. "Something wrong?"

I swallowed. "I-It's just..."

Then I felt it.

Oh.

My body tensed, heat flooding my cheeks as I realized exactly what was pressing against my lower stomach.

He was—he was hard.

I stiffened, my fingers clutching his shirt. "Ishaan, you—"

He chuckled, dark and low. "Yeah?"

My throat went dry. "I-I can feel something... down there."

He laughed, completely unbothered, as he leaned in and nipped at my earlobe. "That's because of you, Lav."

I sucked in a breath, my body betraying me as warmth pooled in my stomach.

He trailed kisses down my jaw, his fingers slowly kneading my waist. "Sit."

I blinked. "What?"

He smirked. "On my lap."

I felt my whole face heat up. "Ishaan—"

"Now, Rose." His voice was firm, commanding. "Unless you want me to do it myself?"

My heart nearly stopped. I hesitated, biting my lip. "I'm heavy..."

His grip tightened on my waist. "I'll decide that." And before I could protest, he pulled me down onto his lap, making me straddle him on the plush couch.

A soft gasp left my lips as I adjusted, my knees sinking into the cushions.

My dress rode up slightly, and I could feel the heat of his body through his clothes.

His hands ran over my thighs, his touch slow and teasing. "See? Perfect fit."

I swallowed, my pulse pounding. "Ishaan..."

He hummed, his fingers trailing up my bare thighs, setting my skin on fire. "You have no idea how much I've thought about this."

I shivered. "About... what?"

His eyes darkened as he leaned in, his lips brushing against mine. "You. Sitting on me like this. Feeling you."

A whimper caught in my throat.

He gripped my chin, tilting my face up. "Can I kiss you, Rose ?"

I could only nod.

And then he kissed me.

Deep. Slow. Possessive.

His lips moved against mine with hunger, his hands roaming my body, pulling me closer-until there was no space left between us.

I moaned into his mouth as he bit my lower lip before soothing it with his tongue.

I tightened my grip on his shoulders, my body betraying me, pressing against him for more.

He groaned, his hands sliding up my back, tugging me closer as he deepened the kiss.

When he finally pulled away, I was breathless, my lips swollen.

His thumb brushed over my lower lip. "Fuck, Rose." His voice was thick with desire. "You have no idea what you do to me."

I swallowed, dazed, unable to form a single coherent thought.

His fingers trailed down my spine, his touch slow and teasing. "We have all night, love."

A shiver ran through me.

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I barely had time to catch my breath before Ishaan stood up, gripping me firmly in his arms.

A startled gasp left my lips as he lifted me with ease, carrying me toward the massive bed in the center of the suite.

"Ishaan—"

"Shushh, Rose" he murmured, his lips brushing against my temple. "I've got you."

The moment my back hit the soft mattress, he hovered over me, his body pressing deliciously close, his eyes hooded with something intense—something primal.

His fingers traced the strap of my dress, playing with it teasingly. "Rose..." His voice was deep, almost a whisper, yet it sent shivers racing down my spine. "Are you willing for it?"

My breath hitched.

His thumb brushed over my cheek, his gaze searching mine. "Tell me, love" he murmured. "Say the word 'COFFEE' and i'll stop"

I swallowed hard, my body burning under his gaze.

My mind screamed at me to be careful, but the way his fingers traced slow patterns down my arm, the way his lips barely grazed mine,had me falling deeper, losing myself in him.

I exhaled shakily and gave the smallest nod.

His eyes darkened.

"F-FUCK" he cursed under his breath, before gripping the hem of my dress and slowly, agonizingly pulling it up.

I gasped as the cool air hit my bare skin.

His eyes roamed over my body, full of hunger, full of want. "You're so fucking beautiful, Rose" he whispered, his fingers brushing along my waist, my ribs, my stomach—everywhere except where I needed him the most.

Then, without warning, he dipped his head down, his mouth trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my collarbone.

I arched into him, a soft moan slipping from my lips as he moved lower, his hands gently tugging down the straps of my dress until my bare chest was exposed to him.

A sharp breath left him. "Fuck."

Before I could react, his mouth was on me.

A gasp tore from my throat as he took one of my hardened peaks into his mouth, his tongue flicking over it in slow, teasing strokes.

"Oh—" My back arched, my fingers tangling in his hair, my body burning from the heat of his mouth.

He sucked harder, groaning against my skin as if he was addicted to the taste of me.

"You sound so fucking pretty when you moan" he rasped, moving to the other side, giving it the same attention—licking, biting, sucking—until I was writhing beneath him, my legs trembling.

"Love" I whimpered, pulling at his hair.

He hummed against me, the vibrations sending another wave of pleasure through me.

His hands trailed lower, gripping my thighs, spreading them apart slightly.

"Tell me what you want, ROSE" he murmured against my skin, his fingers teasing the edge of my boudoir wear. "Say it."

I squeezed my eyes shut, overwhelmed, breathless, completely at his mercy.

And when his fingers finally dipped beneath the fabric, brushing against my heat, my body gave him the answer he needed.

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A strangled moan slipped from my lips the moment his fingers traced over my soaked heat.

My body tensed, my breath catching in my throat as Ishaan hovered above me, watching my every reaction with that dark, sinful gaze.

"Fuck, Rose" he groaned, his fingers teasing me through the thin fabric. "You're already so wet for me."

My cheeks burned, but I couldn't deny it.

The way his mouth had worked my body, the way his hands explored me like I was something to be worshipped,I was aching for more, craving his touch in ways I had never imagined.

His lips curled into a knowing smirk. "Tell me, love. Do you want me to stop?"

I swallowed, my fingers trembling as I clutched his shirt. "No" I whispered, barely able to get the words out.

His eyes darkened further, his fingers pressing a little harder. "That's my little sinner"

A whimper left me as he finally slid his hand under my panties, his fingers meeting my slick folds.

"Oh, fuck—" My hips jerked slightly at the sudden contact, and Ishaan let out a low growl.

"You're dripping, Rose." He nipped at my jaw, his voice thick with restraint. "All for me."

I bit my lip, my body burning under his touch.

Then, slowly—agonizingly—he slid a single finger inside me.

A sharp gasp escaped me, my body arching instinctively at the intrusion.

He groaned at my reaction, his mouth finding my exposed throat. "So fucking tight" he murmured, pressing soft kisses along my skin. "God, I can feel you clenching around me."

I whimpered, my nails digging into his shoulder as he pumped his finger in slow, deep strokes, stretching me, coaxing me into pure bliss.

And then—he added another.

A choked moan slipped from my lips. "Ishaan—"

His free hand gripped my hip, keeping me steady as he curled his fingers inside me, pressing against a spot that had me seeing stars.

"Oh, my—"

"Yeah?" His smirk was pure sin. "Does it feel good, Rose?"

I could only nod, my breath coming out in desperate little gasps.

He chuckled, his lips brushing against mine. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this."

His fingers moved faster, deeper, pushing me toward the edge.

I clung to him, my body trembling, pleasure building unbearably fast.

"Ishaan—I'm—"

"I know, love" he murmured, his mouth capturing mine in a deep, hungry kiss. "Let go for me."

And with one last curl of his fingers, I shattered.

A cry tore from my throat as waves of pleasure crashed over me, my body writhing beneath him.

He groaned, watching me come undone in his arms, his fingers slowing as he guided me through the aftershocks.

When I finally collapsed against the sheets, boneless and breathless, he pulled his fingers away, bringing them up to his lips.

And then—he licked them clean.

A whimper left me at the sight.

His smirk widened. "You taste fucking divine,Sugar."

My entire body burned, and I buried my face in his chest, embarrassed beyond words.

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Ishaan watched me, his smirk dripping with satisfaction as I lay there, completely spent.

My body still trembling from the aftermath of what he had just done to me.

His fingers traced lazy circles on my thigh, his touch sending aftershocks through my oversensitive skin.

I could feel his heated gaze still on me, like he was memorizing every little reaction, every gasp, every whimper.

I swallowed, still struggling to catch my breath. "Troublemaker..."

"Hm?" His voice was deep, thick with amusement as he leaned down, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to my collarbone.

I tried to glare at him, but with the way he was looking at me—so dark, so hungry—it was impossible.

"I-I think that's enough for now..." I whispered, my voice barely steady.

He chuckled, a low, sinful sound. "Oh, darling"  he murmured, his fingers tracing up my waist, sending shivers down my spine. "You really think I'm done with you?"

My breath hitched.

His hand slid up to cup my face, his thumb brushing over my swollen lips. "But I suppose..." He smirked. "This was just the beginning. We have our whole life together, after all."

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding.

He tilted his head, watching me with an intensity that made my toes curl. "I loved the way you reacted to my touch, Rose" he murmured, leaning in until his lips brushed against my ear. "So fucking responsive. So beautiful."

A sharp shiver ran through me, and I buried my face in his chest, unable to handle the heat in his words.

Ishaan chuckled, clearly amused by my embarrassment. "Still so shy?" He kissed the top of my head before pulling away slightly, looking down at me with something softer in his gaze now. "Come here, rose."

Before I could even protest, his strong arms wrapped around me, lifting me effortlessly off the bed.

A startled gasp escaped me, my hands flying to his shoulders. "Isha—"

He smirked. "Let me pick you up and clean you up, darling." His voice dropped to something more teasing, more playful. "We'll have a bath together."

My face burned instantly. "W-What?"

He hummed, carrying me toward the bathroom like I weighed nothing, his grip secure yet gentle. "You're all sticky, love. Can't have that, can we?"

I hid my face against his neck. "I can bathe alone" I mumbled.

His deep laugh rumbled through his chest, vibrating against my skin. "Oh, I know you can" he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. "But where's the fun in that?"

My breath hitched again, my fingers tightening around his shirt.

Before I could say anything else, he stepped into the luxurious bathroom, the warm scent of roses and vanilla filling the air.

The soft glow of candlelight made everything feel even more intimate, and my heart pounded at the realization.

He was really going to bathe with me.

Ishaan set me down on the counter, his hands gripping my thighs as he looked at me with that dark, teasing gaze. "You trust me, don't you, bache?"

I swallowed, nodding. "I do."

His smirk softened into something more tender. "Good."

Then, slowly, he reached for the straps of my dress again, slipping them further down my arms, his fingers grazing my skin in a way that made my breath hitch.

"Let me take care of you, Rose." His voice was pure sin.

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The warm steam curled around us as Ishaan lowered me into the tub, the hot water licking at my skin.

My body was already oversensitive, every nerve still buzzing from his touch, but the moment the heat engulfed me, I melted further into his arms.

Ishaan settled behind me, his strong chest pressed against my bare back, his arms wrapped around my waist like he had no intention of letting me go.

"Comfortable?" His voice was deep, smooth, thick with lingering desire.

I exhaled shakily, my head resting against his shoulder. "Mm-hmm."

His lips curled into a smirk against my temple. "Perfect."

His hands, warm and firm, trailed lazily over my stomach, fingers skimming my skin just under the water.

I shivered despite the heat, my breath catching when his palms slid upward, brushing just under my breasts before retreating.

Teasing.

A whimper slipped from my lips. "Ishaan..."

"Hm?" His voice was pure sin, his fingers continuing their slow, torturous path over my body. "Something wrong, bache?"

I clenched my jaw, knowing exactly what he was doing.

He wanted me to beg.

My pride resisted—but my body craved more.

He chuckled when I stayed silent, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot below my ear. "So stubborn" he murmured, pressing a kiss to my neck before trailing lower, his lips tracing a path over my shoulder.

His hands started moving again, this time with more purpose.

He slid them up, cupping my breasts under the water, his thumbs brushing over my already hardened peaks.

A strangled moan escaped me, my body arching into his touch.

Ishaan groaned, his grip tightening slightly. "Fuck, you're so sensitive."

He rolled my nipples between his fingers, slow and deliberate, and my head fell back against his shoulder, pleasure washing over me in waves.

"I-Ishaan..." I barely recognized my own voice, breathy and needy.

He hummed in response, his mouth finding the curve of my neck again. "I could do this forever" he murmured against my skin. "Touch you, feel you like this... have you falling apart in my arms."

My heart pounded at the raw hunger in his voice.

His hands slid lower, tracing over my ribs, my stomach, before dipping between my thighs—

A gasp tore from my lips as he found my most sensitive spot, rubbing slow, torturous circles.

My nails dug into his thighs beneath the water, my entire body trembling against him.

Ishaan groaned, his own breath coming out uneven now. "So fucking wet, even under the water" he muttered. "Do you feel how perfectly you fit against me?"

I whimpered, unable to answer, lost in the way his fingers moved, the way his lips continued their assault on my neck, sucking, nipping, leaving marks that I knew would linger.

The pleasure coiled tighter, hotter, building with every calculated movement of his fingers.

I was on the edge.

And he knew it.

"Ishaan—"

"I know, love" he whispered, pressing a kiss just below my ear. "Let go for me."

A sharp cry left me as pleasure crashed over me, my body shuddering against his.

Ishaan groaned, holding me tightly as I fell apart in his arms, his fingers still working me through the aftershocks.

When I finally slumped against him, utterly spent, he wrapped both arms around me, pressing soft kisses to my shoulder.

"Beautiful" he murmured against my skin.

I let out a shaky breath, my body still tingling as I turned slightly in his arms, meeting his gaze.

His eyes were dark, filled with something molten, something possessive.

I swallowed. "I-Is this bath actually meant to clean me?"

Ishaan grinned wickedly. "Oh, I'll clean you up, bache." His hands slid down my waist again, teasingly. "But you should know by now... I don't like to rush."

Heat flared in my stomach all over again.

And judging by the way he was looking at me, I knew he wasn't anywhere near done.

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After our long, intimate bath, Ishaan carried me effortlessly back to the bedroom.

The bed was freshly made, the sheets replaced, the dim lighting casting a golden hue over the room.

I was still wrapped in a plush bathrobe, my body tingling not just from the heat of the water but from everything Ishaan had done to me.

I couldn't stop blushing.

The way he had touched me, the way he had whispered in my ear, the way he had looked at me like I was the only thing that existed for him—it all felt too much, yet not enough.

I was pulled from my thoughts when Ishaan walked back in, holding a plate of food and a small cake.

"You need to eat, bache" he said, settling next to me on the bed. "I don't want you getting weak because of me." His smirk was sinful, his meaning clear.

I swallowed, my cheeks heating all over again. "Ishaan..."

He picked up a piece of food and held it up to my lips. "Open up."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "I can eat by myself, you know."

"Oh, I know" he murmured, his fingers grazing my lips. "But I like feeding you. Now, don't be stubborn."

With a glare that held no real heat, I parted my lips, letting him place the bite inside.

His gaze darkened as he watched me chew, and I swore he was enjoying this way too much.

The teasing didn't stop there.

As we shared the food, he purposefully smeared a little bit of cake on my lips, his expression pure mischief.

"Oops" he murmured, tilting his head. "Looks like you're messy."

I reached for a napkin, but he grabbed my wrist, stopping me. "No need, love. I'll clean it for you."

Before I could protest, his mouth was on mine, his tongue sweeping over my lips, tasting the sweetness before deepening the kiss.

A soft moan escaped me as his hand cupped my jaw, his lips working mine with slow, deliberate hunger.

By the time he pulled away, my head was spinning.

"There" he said, his voice husky. "All clean."

I glared at him breathlessly. "You're impossible."

"And you love it" he shot back, smirking.

After we finished eating, I stood up, adjusting my bathrobe, intending to go to the dressing area to change.

But before I could take a step, Ishaan's hand wrapped around my wrist, stopping me.

"Where do you think you're going, Rose?" His voice was laced with something dangerous, something teasing.

"To change?" I said, though it sounded more like a question.

He tsked, his grip pulling me closer. "There's no need." His fingers toyed with the tie of my robe. "You can either remove it fully... or wear it only for now."

My breath caught at the way he was looking at me.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. "Besides, I have something for you."

I frowned slightly as he stepped away, picking up a bag from the dresser and handing it to me.

My fingers trembled slightly as I opened it, curiosity and anticipation mixing in my chest.

Inside, I found two things—

The first was a bundle of handwritten letters.

My heart softened as I picked them up, my fingers running over the neat, familiar script.

"You wrote these?" I whispered, glancing up at him.

He nodded, his expression uncharacteristically tender. "For you. For every time I missed you."

Something warm bloomed in my chest, but before I could get too emotional, my gaze fell on the second item in the bag.

A nightdress.

Or at least, that's what it was supposed to be.

But the sheer, barely-there fabric told me otherwise.

It was the most revealing piece of lingerie I had ever seen—thin straps, delicate lace, and enough transparency to leave absolutely nothing to the imagination.

My face burned.

And then, I noticed the small note attached:

Rose, I'm giving you this because I want to see you in it tonight.

I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening around the fabric as I turned to Ishaan, who was now leaning against the dresser, watching me with a smirk that was downright sinful.

"For me?" My voice was almost a whisper. "Tonight?"

His smirk deepened. "Obviously, Rose"

I shook my head, my heart pounding. "Ishaan... this is too revealing. Nothing is going to hide with this!"

"That's the point" he murmured, pushing off the dresser and stepping closer, his hands sliding over my waist. "Why would I want anything hidden from me?"

I opened my mouth to argue, but he leaned down, his lips brushing against my throat as he whispered, "Wear it for me, love. Just once."

I shivered, my resolve crumbling under his touch. "I-Ishaan"

He pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, his eyes dark with hunger. "You don't have to if you don't want to." His fingers traced slow, teasing circles on my hip. "But if you do... I promise, you won't regret it."

I swallowed hard, my pulse erratic.

I knew exactly what he meant.

And the worst part?

I was tempted.

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I took a deep breath, gathering my nerves before slipping into the nightdress.

The fabric was featherlight against my skin, leaving little to the imagination.

My legs were completely bare, and the lace barely covered the essentials.

A deep blush covered my cheeks as I looked at my reflection.

Too revealing.

To feel a little less exposed, I grabbed one of Ishaan's oversized shirt from the bag and slipped it on, buttoning it up just enough to calm my racing heart.

It smelled like him—warm, musky, intoxicating.

Taking one last deep breath, I stepped out and walked toward the bed, where Ishaan was already waiting.

The moment I slid beside him, I felt his gaze on me.

Intense. Dark.

His jaw clenched, eyes raking over me before settling on the shirt I had chosen to cover myself with.

"Lavika" he drawled, his voice dangerously low. "What is this?"

I swallowed, avoiding his heated gaze. "I just—felt shy."

He hummed, tilting his head. "Shy?"

Before I could react, he leaned over me, hovering just inches away as I instinctively shifted back against the pillows.

My breath hitched as his fingers found the first button of the shirt, slowly undoing it.

One.

Two.

Three.

I gasped, realizing how easily he was about to strip me bare again.

Just as he reached for the next button, I grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

"Ishaan—okay, wait. There's a condition." My voice wavered, but I managed to hold my ground.

His brow arched. "A condition?"

I nodded quickly. "If I have to sleep like this..." My cheeks burned as I gathered my courage. "Then so do you."

His smirk grew. "Meaning?"

"No t-shirt. No nightwear." I met his gaze, trying to sound firm. "Just your boxers. Nothing else."

For a second, he just stared at me.

Then, a deep chuckle rumbled from his chest, his eyes glinting with amusement and something much darker.

"You drive a hard bargain, Rose" he murmured, his fingers toying with the hem of his shirt. "But fine. If that's what you want..."

Before I could even react, he reached behind his head and pulled his t-shirt off in one swift motion, revealing his toned chest and abs.

My throat went dry.

Then, with deliberate slowness, he leaned closer, his breath fanning against my lips as he whispered,

"But just so you know..." His fingers trailed teasingly over my bare thigh. "This little deal of yours? It only makes things harder for you, not me."

My heart pounded as I realized exactly what he meant.

I had played my card.

And now, he was going to play his.

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Ishaan's smirk deepened as he hovered over me, his fingers tracing slow, lazy patterns on my bare thigh.

The heat of his touch sent a shiver through me, making my breath hitch.

"You're too quiet, Rose" he murmured, his lips ghosting over my jawline. "Regretting your little deal already?"

I swallowed hard, my fingers gripping the sheets as he continued his slow torment. "N-no" I managed to say, though my voice betrayed my nervous excitement.

His dark chuckle sent a thrill down my spine. "Good" he whispered, his hand sliding up, barely brushing against the lace of my nightdress. "Because I plan to take full advantage of it."

Just as his lips found my collarbone, a loud vibration broke the heated moment.

My phone, buzzing on the nightstand.

Ishaan groaned against my skin, his forehead dropping to my shoulder. "You have got to be kidding me" he muttered.

I exhaled sharply, heart still racing, and reached for the phone.

The screen flashed with Aditya's name.

My eyes widened.

"Bhai?" I whispered, panic creeping in.

Ishaan glanced at the phone and smirked, leaning back against the headboard like he had all the time in the world. "Go ahead. Pick up."

I shot him a glare before declining the video call and instead called him back with a simple voice call.

The moment he answered, his voice was sharp. "Lavika, where are you? Shanaya said you haven't returned yet. It's late!"

I took a breath, trying to sound normal despite the way Ishaan's fingers were still teasingly brushing against my skin.

"Bhai, relax. I'm out with Ishaan. I'll be back by morning."

Silence.

Then— "Out? With Ishaan? What do you mean?" His voice had an edge, like he was piecing something together.

I panicked. "I mean, we—um, we went for a drive. Just needed some fresh air."

Ishaan chuckled beside me, clearly enjoying my struggle.

Aditya sighed on the other end. "You could've at least informed someone, Lavika. Anyway, come back soon, okay? And be safe."

"Yes, Bhai. Good night."

Before he could question me further, I ended the call, tossing my phone aside and exhaling in relief.

Ishaan raised an eyebrow. "A drive, huh?" His smirk was pure mischief.

I shot him a look. "You're not helping."

He shrugged, leaning closer again, his hands finding their place on my waist. "You lied to your brother for me, Rose."

His lips brushed against my ear. "Now, I feel obligated to make it worth your while."

Heat spread through me as he trailed kisses down my neck, his hands slipping under the lace of my nightdress.

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Nestled against his chest, I could feel the steady rise and fall of his breath, the warmth of his skin pressed against mine.

But my mind was already wandering, my fingers itching to explore.

He had left me trembling minutes ago, worshipping every inch of me like I was his most prized possession.

Now, it was his turn.

A slow smirk tugged at my lips as I trailed my fingers down his abdomen, tracing the hard ridges of his muscles.

I felt his body stiffen beneath me, his breathing hitching when my hand slipped under the blanket.

"Rose..." His voice was thick, raspy, already holding a warning.

I ignored him, letting my fingers dip lower, brushing over the waistband of his boxers.

I felt the heat of him beneath my touch, the way he twitched in anticipation.

Slowly, deliberately, I wrapped my fingers around him, feeling the sheer size of him for the first time.

My breath caught in my throat.

"God..." I whispered, my voice barely above a breath. I stroked him lightly, my fingers barely closing around his girth. "You're so big, Ishaan."

His chest rumbled with a low groan, his grip on my waist tightening. "Lavika..."

I smirked, my fingers giving a teasing squeeze. "You hid this from me all this time?" I mused, feigning innocence as I gave him a slow, experimental stroke. "No wonder you act so damn cocky."

His hips jerked involuntarily at my touch, his breath hissing through his teeth. "You're playing with fire, little sinner."

I hummed, tightening my grip and dragging my fist up his length, savoring the way he twitched under my touch.

His abs flexed, his hands gripping the sheets like he was barely holding himself together.

"Maybe I like playing" I whispered, pressing a kiss to his chest, my strokes getting just a bit firmer, a bit faster.

His jaw clenched, a deep growl escaping his throat. "Fuck, Rose."

I grinned, dragging my nails lightly down his shaft, feeling the way he pulsed in my grip. "Ishaan Agnihotri... trembling under my touch?" I teased. "I must say, I quite like this view."

His hand shot out, gripping my wrist tightly.

Not to stop me—but as if he needed to ground himself.

His entire body was tense, his hips shifting restlessly beneath me, chasing my touch.

"You really think you can tease me like this and not face the consequences?" His voice was dark, breathless.

I bit my lip, pumping him just a bit harder, watching his head fall back, his Adam's apple bobbing as he struggled to keep his control. "I'm counting on the consequences" I purred.

His head snapped back up, his eyes blazing. "Oh, you're going to regret this, Rose."

His entire body trembled beneath me, muscles taut as I stroked him, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

His grip on my wrist tightened, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

"Fuck, Lavika" he groaned, his voice thick with desperation.

His hips jerked into my touch, chasing the pleasure I was giving him.

I leaned in, pressing my lips against his ear. "Let go, Ishaan" I whispered, my strokes firm, relentless.

A guttural moan ripped from his chest as his body tensed, his release spilling over my hand.

His grip on me slackened, his head falling back against the pillow as he fought to catch his breath.

For a moment, there was only silence, only the sound of our heavy breathing.

Then, in one swift motion, he flipped me onto my back, pinning me beneath him.

"You think you can get away with that, little sinner?" he murmured, his voice still thick with pleasure but laced with dark intent.

I barely had time to smirk before his lips crashed onto mine, stealing whatever teasing remark I was about to make.

And just like that, I knew—I was in trouble again.

But
I was enjoying every second of it.

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His lips were unforgiving, his hands roaming my body with a newfound hunger, as if he needed to reclaim control-needed to remind me exactly who was in charge.

I gasped into his mouth, my fingers curling against his chest, but just as quickly as he had taken over, his movements slowed.

His lips softened, his touch turning reverent, worshipping.

Minutes passed in whispered kisses and lingering touches, until finally, his body relaxed against mine, his warmth enveloping me completely.

His fingers tangled in my hair, his breath fanning over my skin as he pressed one last kiss to my forehead.

"Sleep, Rose" he murmured against my hair.

I nestled closer, resting my head against his bare chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

My hand unconsciously moved over his back, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips.

"You're so warm" I whispered sleepily.

His lips pressed lightly against my forehead. "That's because you're in my arms, exactly where you belong."

A soft smile tugged at my lips as I let my eyes drift shut.

He pulled the blanket over us, keeping me close, as if he had no intention of letting go.

And just like that, wrapped in Ishaan's embrace, I fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.

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The soft rays of the sun peeked through the curtains, pulling me out of sleep.

My body felt sore yet light, and a lazy warmth spread through my limbs.

I shifted slightly, but the moment I moved, I felt an ache in places I hadn't before.

A deep blush spread across my cheeks as the memories of the night before came rushing back.

Biting my lip, I carefully untangled myself from Ishaan's arms—his grip tightening for a moment before he sighed in his sleep and let me go.

I grabbed my bathrobe from the chair and hurried into the washroom, feeling an odd tingling all over my skin.

As I turned on the light and stood in front of the mirror, my eyes widened in absolute shock.

Love bites.

Dark, deep marks trailed down my neck, disappearing beneath the robe.

My breath hitched as I hesitantly pulled the robe open, only to find more of them—some near my collarbone, others scattered across my chest, dangerously close to my breasts.

"Oh my god" I whispered, covering my mouth.

Just as I was about to inspect further, I heard movement behind me.

I spun around to see Ishaan leaning against the bathroom door, arms crossed, a lazy, satisfied smirk playing on his lips. His eyes were filled with amusement and something smug.

"What's this, Ishaan?!" I whisper-yelled, pointing at my neck. "How am I supposed to go back like this?!"

He let out a deep chuckle, stepping closer until he had me trapped against the sink.

His fingers reached out, tracing one of the marks near my collarbone.

"I don't recall you complaining last night, Rose" he said, his voice teasing, deep.

My face turned red. "I—I didn't realize you left marks all over me!"

He grinned, tilting his head. "That's because you were too lost in the moment to notice."

I groaned, hiding my face in my hands. "Ishaan! I have to go back haveli ! How am I supposed to hide all this?"

He leaned in, brushing his lips against my ear. "Don't."

I shivered. "What?"

"Don't hide them" he murmured, pressing a kiss just below my ear. "I like seeing my marks on you."

My breath hitched. "Ishaan..."

He hummed, brushing his fingers along my jaw. "And if you're worried about covering them..." He tapped my chin playfully. "I can always add more in places no one else can see."

My heart pounded as I pushed him away, glaring. "You're impossible."

He laughed, running a hand through his hair. "You love it."

I turned back to the mirror, sighing in frustration as I tried to figure out how to deal with this mess.

Ishaan, however, just stood there, looking far too proud of himself.

This man was going to be the death of me.

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I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest as I glared at Ishaan. "You are unbelievable."

His smirk only widened as he leaned against the sink, watching me struggle. "I told you, Rose, don't hide them."

I shot him a sharp look. "Ishaan, I cannot walk into wedding area looking like I've been attacked by a vampire."

He chuckled. "You say that like it's a bad thing."

I smacked his arm. "Go get me a foundation and concealer. Now."

His brows lifted in amusement. "Ordering me around already, Mrs. CEO?"

I grabbed the nearest towel and threw it at him, making him laugh as he dodged it. "Okay, okay. I'll be back in twenty."

I watched him pull on his hoodie and grab his keys before walking out.

As soon as the door shut behind him, I groaned, staring at my reflection again.

This was a disaster.

Exactly thirty minutes later, Ishaan walked back in, holding a tiny bag in his hand.

He tossed it onto the bed with a smug look.

I narrowed my eyes. "That was fast."

He shrugged. "I know my way around a makeup store. Plus, I already knew your shade."

I blinked, momentarily stunned. "Wait. What?"

He smirked, walking up to me. "You think I don't pay attention? Rose, I know exactly what shade you use. Just like I know which lipstick you love and which perfumes you prefer."

Damn it.

My heart did a stupid flip at that.

I stared at him, feeling an unfamiliar warmth spread through my chest. "Ishaan..."

He grinned. "Save the heart eyes for later. Come on, let me help you."

Before I could argue, he pulled me to sit on the bed and grabbed the concealer.

He unscrewed the cap, dabbing a little onto my skin before blending it in with his fingers—gentle, precise, like he'd done this a thousand times before.

I swallowed hard, watching his face.

His brows furrowed slightly in concentration, his lips parted just a little as he worked.

"Done" he said after a moment, sitting back.

I turned to the mirror, running my fingers over my skin. Flawless.

The love bites were completely covered—except for the one on my neck. I left that one untouched.

Ishaan's gaze flickered to it. "Keeping one as a memory?"

I smirked, standing up. "Maybe"

His laugh was deep and smooth. "You're something else, Rose."

We had a mini breakfast in the room—just coffee, some fruit, and toast.

Ishaan insisted on feeding me a bite or two, his fingers brushing against my lips far too often.

"You're doing that on purpose" I accused, chewing my toast.

He leaned in, his eyes dark with mischief. "What gave me away?"

I rolled my eyes, but my lips twitched in amusement.

After finishing breakfast, we got ready to leave.

Just as I was stepping into my heels, Ishaan tugged me back against him.

"What—"

His lips crashed against mine in a deep, possessive kiss, his arms wrapping firmly around my waist.

I melted into it, gripping his hoodie, dizzy from the intensity.

When he finally pulled away, he ran his thumb over my swollen lips, his smirk full of sin. "Now you're ready to go."

I glared at him, breathless. "You're impossible."

He grinned. "And yet, you keep falling for me."

With a final wink, he led me out the door, his hand resting low on my waist.

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As soon as we got into the car, Ishaan wasted no time making things difficult for me.

His hand rested on my thigh—just a little too high, fingers drawing slow, lazy patterns over the fabric of my dress.

I shot him a warning look. "Hands where I can see them, Mr. Agnihotri."

He smirked, his fingers not moving an inch. "They are where you can see them, Rose."

I tried to push his hand away, but he only tightened his grip, squeezing lightly.

A shiver ran down my spine.

"Ishaan" I hissed.

"Hmm?" His voice was far too innocent, his thumb brushing circles on my inner thigh.

I narrowed my eyes. "I swear, if you don't behave, I'm walking back to the haveli."

He chuckled, leaning closer, his breath hot against my ear. "You're welcome to try, but we both know you won't get far with those sore legs."

My jaw dropped.

Oh, he did not just say that.

Heat rushed to my cheeks as I turned to glare at him. "You—"

His smirk deepened. "Me?"

I folded my arms. "You're insufferable."

He sighed dramatically. "And yet, you still let me ruin you last night."

I gasped, smacking his arm. "Ishaan!"

He laughed, grabbing my hand and kissing my knuckles.

"Fine, fine. I'll behave. For now."

I didn't trust that smirk one bit.

A few minutes later, he glanced at me again, his gaze dropping to my neck where one of his marks remained.

His fingers brushed over it, making my breath hitch.

"You left one uncovered right" he mused, voice thick with satisfaction.

I lifted my chin. "For my girls."

His expression darkened, but amusement flickered in his eyes. "So, you'll let them see what's mine?"

I arched a brow. "You have a problem with that?"

His smirk turned lazy. "Nope. But if you're showing them one, I'm making sure you have at least ten more by tonight."

I stared at him, stunned. "Ishaan, you're impossible."

He laughed, pulling my hand onto his lap, holding it hostage as he continued driving.

This man was going to be the death of me.

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As soon as we reached the haveli, I hesitated at the entrance, my fingers tightening around the folds of my dress.

My mind raced with possible questions I'd have to answer—especially from my girl gang.

Ishaan, standing beside me, noticed my hesitation and leaned in, his lips just brushing my ear. "Nothing's going to happen, Rose. We're a couple. You don't owe anyone an explanation."

His words should have reassured me, but instead, they sent a fresh wave of nervous energy through me.

Before I could respond, he casually grabbed my wrist, pulling me inside as if we hadn't just committed a crime worthy of interrogation.

The moment we stepped inside, we both darted in opposite directions, heading straight for our rooms.

But just as I was about to push my door open, I froze.

Because standing right there, arms crossed and eyes glinting with mischief, was my girl gang.

Riva smirked. "Deets, ma'am?"

Meher raised an eyebrow. "Where were you two all night?"

I swallowed, gripping the doorknob. "N-nothing. Let me change."

Shanaya stepped closer, narrowing her eyes at my neck. "Then why," she mused, tilting her head, "is your concealer wearing off right here?"

My heart dropped.

Meher gasped. "Oh my god. You left one uncovered on purpose."

Riva's grin widened. "You sneaky little thing."

I turned to run, but Shanaya grabbed my wrist. "No, no, you're not getting away that easily. Spill."

I groaned, rubbing my temples. "Can't I just live without an interrogation?"

Meher crossed her arms. "Not when you walk in here looking glowy and ruined."

Riya clapped her hands. "I knew it! I told you guys something was up when she took forever to reply to my texts last night!"

Shanaya nodded, looking smug. "And let's not forget who bought the perfect shade of concealer on his own."

I rolled my eyes. "That does not mean anything."

Meher smirked. "You mean to tell me Ishaan Agnihotri, the same man who doesn't even know the difference between eyeliner and mascara, suddenly knows your exact foundation shade?"

Riya clicked her tongue. "Suspicious."

I sighed, defeated. "Fine, fine! We just—we stayed in. Had breakfast in the room. That's it."

Shanaya's eyes gleamed. "And?"

I hesitated.

Riya smirked. "And?"

Meher nudged my arm. "And?"

I groaned. "And that's all you're getting!" I slipped inside my room and slammed the door shut, ignoring their giggles from the other side.

Just as I let out a breath, my phone buzzed.

A message from Ishaan.

Ishaan: You ran too fast, Rose. Should I come help you change too?

My face burned.

This man. This. Man.

I tossed my phone onto the bed and buried my face in my hands.

This was going to be a long day.

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